Acacia Journey to the West: The Story of the Great Sage Chasing Love

Liu Er scratched his head in embarrassment, and originally wanted to comfort the Great Sage kindly, but he didn't realize it, and was laughed at instead.

Although a little embarrassed, Liu Er felt a little bit of happiness. This kind of disgust carries a bit of warmth, which makes people feel at ease. Unlike in the Buddhist world, every Buddha is greeted with a smile, but it has always been Keep a certain distance.

Except for Tathagata Buddha and Guanyin Bodhisattva, no one took the initiative to talk to him.

Liu Er scratched his ears again, and looked at Qi Tian with a silly smile.

I have to say that, as the same kind, the habits of scratching here and there are really similar when they have nothing to do.

"The deity needs you to do something later." Qi Tian said to Feng Xuan.

"What's the matter?" Liu Er immediately became serious when he heard that there was something wrong.

"Become a fortune teller."

Six ears thought for a while, and then changed suddenly:

Black mandarin jacket, black hat, holding a flag in his left hand with the words "Omniscient" written on it, and holding a Tianyi plate in his right hand, with his eyes closed, he shook his head in a serious manner, that's all, and asked Qi Tian triumphantly:

"My lord, how does this dress look?"

Liu Er is still very confident in his appearance. He has studied with the Buddha for 500 years. Although he is not as powerful as Qi Tian, ​​he still knows a thing or two about the skills of superficial and superficial changes.

I wanted to hear Qi Tian's slightly satisfied "Yes", but the great sage didn't speak for a long time, Liu Er inevitably opened his eyes and looked at Qi Tian.

"Not now." Qi Tian rolled his eyes at Feng Xuan, then turned and walked forward.

"Ah?" Liu Er was stunned for a while, why not now?

It was only later that he understood whether Qi Tian meant to make him a fortune-teller now, and patted his head with some annoyance, Feng Xuan followed Qi Tian.

Feng Xuan walked around the Crystal Palace with ease, what made Liu Er feel strange was that he didn't meet a single soldier or crab general along the way.

"Where did everyone go?" Feng Xuan gradually became more courageous, and began to ask Qi Tian.

Qi Tian looked at the front thoughtfully: "I'll find out later."

The two walked around the huge Jing River Mansion, and finally saw two shrimp soldiers guarding the gate in front of the Crystal Palace.

Faintly, bursts of crying could be heard from the Crystal Palace.

Qi Tian and Liu Er looked at each other, and then realized that something unusual must have happened in the palace.

Qi Tian casually made a curse, and the two shrimp soldiers who guarded the door passed out.

Afterwards, Liu Er bent down and tiptoed forward.

After walking for a while, Liu Er turned his head to look at Qi Tian.I was taken aback.

This great sage turned out to be walking swaggeringly like I am the uncle who dares to mess with me.

Liu Er hurriedly pulled Qi Tian.

As if he didn't like being bumped into by others, Qi Tian frowned in displeasure, and looked down at Liu Er.

"Great Sage!" Regardless of Qi Tian's stinky expression, Liu Er lowered his voice, but said very seriously: "Do you have the consciousness of being a thief, walk with a bent waist!"

Qi Tian looked at Liu Er with some disdain, then turned his eyes away and looked into the distance: "When did this deity become a thief?"

"Don't the Great Sage feel wronged that we trespassed on other people's palaces and stunned their subordinates?" Liu Er rubbed his nose with a guilty conscience and said.

Qi Tian smiled contemptuously.

"It's just a Jinghe water mansion. This deity can come and go as he wants, leave as he wants, and kill people if he wants to kill. There's no reason to talk about it." After talking about this lazily, Qi Tian continued to walk in.

There was no way, following such a world-defying sage, Liu Er could only...forced...to straighten his waist.

Gradually, the cry gradually became clearer.

Qi Tian discovered that it was not the cry of one person, but the crying of many people, more or less heavily.

He frowned in annoyance.

Listening to this cry made people very irritable.